It certainly wasn’t the first cock she’d sucked (you didn’t last long in modelling without sucking cock--and often more than one at time) and it...wouldn’t be her last. Her legs were forever locked against men, and certainly her rear end, but not so her mouth. This time, used twice, it earned her a signed insurance certificate.She unexpectedly thought of Charlotte, and what the loss of her penis would mean. She shifted uncomfortably again, almost painfully, imagining her lawfully wedded husband. Shannon had left when we went upstairs.The rest of the week, I did my workouts and then rode out to the course to hit balls or play a quick round. I tried to be home by 12:30 and Darcy was always there, making lunch or waiting on me. She would practice and we'd have sex one way or another. This weekend was the last before she would have to play at the games.Friday I came home and asked if she wanted to go for a ride down to my house?"For the entire weekend?" she asked."No, I have to be back by. "Becka and I talked about this," Vanessa said, eyes shyly lowered. "This visit of yours. She thinks I need a man. And, well sir, she certainly was impressed by you." Was she? Interesting woman, that one? Claimed I was the first white man she's ever known," I said."What a story," the girl hooted, obviously delighted. "She's our favorite bed warmer when we have company. You were likely not even the hundredth white man she's been with. Becka just loves to swive. It's all she talks about." The girl. He quickly speeded up and I was soon coming. My whole body was shaking and I was screaming. We then swapped places and Dan lay on his back and I straddled him, slowly lowering myself onto his 7 inches of manhood. With my heels on, my dress hitched up and my big firm breasts bouncing in front of him he couldn't contain himself and was on the verge of coming. I slowed down to calm him down and then speeded up lowering and raising myself on him. I teased him by lifting myself off and telling him.